I lived in South Chicago Heights, but Steger is where I grew up. It’s where the schools were, the library, the Dari Whip were. It’s where all my first jobs were (for the record: Marvell Bakery, Dari Whip, Scott’s U-Save) and my first apartment. It’s where most of my friends lived.

Now, it’s where some of our parents still live, where my 3 late grandparents are buried, where I stroll down memory lane to point out landmarks both humorous and sad.

I grew up there for better and worse, and lots of kids are still there, growing in the same way. The face of Steger hasn’t changed much. There are businesses closed a and changed. The junior high is all different. There’s still a lack of glamour, but there is also still a sense of pride.

… “this rabble you’re talking about… they do most of the working and paying and living and dying in this community.” – George Bailey

Growing up in the area, I always felt a little like the rabble. Now when I go back, and it’s only 15 minutes from the supposedly more ‘white collar’ area where I live now, I am grateful it’s where my roots are. I would not trade them.

I was touched, proud today to show Steger in this light to Rod and our babies, and I was happy to show Rod as Minister to the faithful and passionate people who came for the Steger Day of Prayer.

The gazebo, where you can barely see Rod singing, is on Halsted Blvd. & Steger Road, one of the prettiest places in town, and where I always wanted to have my wedding!

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